Simulacrum

 

Shadows crowd the wall.
In pairs against small light, his hands become
Monkeys, rabbits,
Unicorns, each of them speechless.
Lions roar without sound.
Alone with his fists and ten fingers, he
Creates the Ark, his arms wide with
Rising waters. For no one
Under the dark of roofs this
Magic works, but for him.

 

  — Taylor Graham